Be careful what you wish for 
when I was growing up, mine was always humping towels
This is what my 
does.
He’s a serious whore for a fresh towel.
I owned a whore of a Yorkshire terrier for years. “Jellybean”.
Around the holidays, she used to have her way with a stuffed “Christmas Moose” at night when the rest of the family went to bed.
We’d find the traumatized moose in the floor each night and wondered what was up. We finally caught her in the act.
The Moose still misses her.
I used to smash the whole ball with a rock or hammer. I was thinking of this the other day when I was looking at the new caps for the guns.
I was wondering if these would be the same?
We used to put cherry bombs in dogshit and then run like hell.
careful now. much as i love this idea and am right now going to put larry on making a script to do it for me that anyone can borrow, it’s political, or awfully close to it.